Part 6 - Wuthering Heights Audiobook by Emily Bronte (Chs 29-34)


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CHAPTER XXIX
The evening after the funeral, my young lady and I were seated in the library; now
musing mournfully--one of us despairingly-- on our loss, now venturing conjectures as
to the gloomy future.
We had just agreed the best destiny which could await Catherine would be a permission
to continue resident at the Grange; at least during Linton's life: he being
allowed to join her there, and I to remain as housekeeper.
That seemed rather too favourable an arrangement to be hoped for; and yet I did
hope, and began to cheer up under the prospect of retaining my home and my
employment, and, above all, my beloved
young mistress; when a servant--one of the discarded ones, not yet departed--rushed
hastily in, and said 'that devil Heathcliff' was coming through the court:
should he fasten the door in his face?
If we had been mad enough to order that proceeding, we had not time.
He made no ceremony of knocking or announcing his name: he was master, and
availed himself of the master's privilege to walk straight in, without saying a word.
The sound of our informant's voice directed him to the library; he entered and
motioning him out, shut the door.
It was the same room into which he had been ushered, as a guest, eighteen years before:
the same moon shone through the window; and the same autumn landscape lay outside.
We had not yet lighted a candle, but all the apartment was visible, even to the
portraits on the wall: the splendid head of Mrs. Linton, and the graceful one of her
husband.
Heathcliff advanced to the hearth. Time had little altered his person either.
There was the same man: his dark face rather sallower and more composed, his
frame a stone or two heavier, perhaps, and no other difference.
Catherine had risen with an impulse to dash out, when she saw him.
'Stop!' he said, arresting her by the arm. 'No more runnings away!
Where would you go?
I'm come to fetch you home; and I hope you'll be a dutiful daughter and not
encourage my son to further disobedience.
I was embarrassed how to punish him when I discovered his part in the business: he's
such a cobweb, a pinch would annihilate him; but you'll see by his look that he has
received his due!
I brought him down one evening, the day before yesterday, and just set him in a
chair, and never touched him afterwards. I sent Hareton out, and we had the room to
ourselves.
In two hours, I called Joseph to carry him up again; and since then my presence is as
potent on his nerves as a ghost; and I fancy he sees me often, though I am not
near.
Hareton says he wakes and shrieks in the night by the hour together, and calls you
to protect him from me; and, whether you like your precious mate, or not, you must
come: he's your concern now; I yield all my interest in him to you.'
'Why not let Catherine continue here,' I pleaded, 'and send Master Linton to her?
As you hate them both, you'd not miss them: they can only be a daily plague to your
unnatural heart.'
'I'm seeking a tenant for the Grange,' he answered; 'and I want my children about me,
to be sure. Besides, that lass owes me her services for
her bread.
I'm not going to nurture her in luxury and idleness after Linton is gone.
Make haste and get ready, now; and don't oblige me to compel you.'
'I shall,' said Catherine.
'Linton is all I have to love in the world, and though you have done what you could to
make him hateful to me, and me to him, you cannot make us hate each other.
And I defy you to hurt him when I am by, and I defy you to frighten me!'
'You are a boastful champion,' replied Heathcliff; 'but I don't like you well
enough to hurt him: you shall get the full benefit of the torment, as long as it
lasts.
It is not I who will make him hateful to you--it is his own sweet spirit.
He's as bitter as gall at your desertion and its consequences: don't expect thanks
for this noble devotion.
I heard him draw a pleasant picture to Zillah of what he would do if he were as
strong as I: the inclination is there, and his very weakness will sharpen his wits to
find a substitute for strength.'
'I know he has a bad nature,' said Catherine: 'he's your son.
But I'm glad I've a better, to forgive it; and I know he loves me, and for that reason
I love him.
Mr. Heathcliff you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we
shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater
misery.
You are miserable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like
him? Nobody loves you--nobody will cry for
you when you die!
I wouldn't be you!'
Catherine spoke with a kind of dreary triumph: she seemed to have made up her
mind to enter into the spirit of her future family, and draw pleasure from the griefs
of her enemies.
'You shall be sorry to be yourself presently,' said her father-in-law, 'if you
stand there another minute. Begone, witch, and get your things!'
She scornfully withdrew.
In her absence I began to beg for Zillah's place at the Heights, offering to resign
mine to her; but he would suffer it on no account.
He bid me be silent; and then, for the first time, allowed himself a glance round
the room and a look at the pictures. Having studied Mrs. Linton's, he said--'I
shall have that home.
Not because I need it, but--' He turned abruptly to the fire, and continued, with
what, for lack of a better word, I must call a smile--'I'll tell you what I did
yesterday!
I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin
lid, and I opened it.
I thought, once, I would have stayed there: when I saw her face again--it is hers yet!-
-he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change if the air blew on it, and
so I struck one side of the coffin loose,
and covered it up: not Linton's side, damn him!
I wish he'd been soldered in lead.
And I bribed the sexton to pull it away when I'm laid there, and slide mine out
too; I'll have it made so: and then by the time Linton gets to us he'll not know which
is which!'
'You were very wicked, Mr. Heathcliff!' I exclaimed; 'were you not ashamed to
disturb the dead?' 'I disturbed nobody, Nelly,' he replied;
'and I gave some ease to myself.
I shall be a great deal more comfortable now; and you'll have a better chance of
keeping me underground, when I get there. Disturbed her?
No! she has disturbed me, night and day, through eighteen years--incessantly--
remorselessly--till yesternight; and yesternight I was tranquil.
I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper, with my heart stopped and my
cheek frozen against hers.'
'And if she had been dissolved into earth, or worse, what would you have dreamt of
then?' I said.
'Of dissolving with her, and being more happy still!' he answered.
'Do you suppose I dread any change of that sort?
I expected such a transformation on raising the lid--but I'm better pleased that it
should not commence till I share it.
Besides, unless I had received a distinct impression of her passionless features,
that strange feeling would hardly have been removed.
It began oddly.
You know I was wild after she died; and eternally, from dawn to dawn, praying her
to return to me her spirit!
I have a strong faith in ghosts: I have a conviction that they can, and do, exist
among us! The day she was buried, there came a fall
of snow.
In the evening I went to the churchyard. It blew bleak as winter--all round was
solitary.
I didn't fear that her fool of a husband would wander up the glen so late; and no
one else had business to bring them there.
Being alone, and conscious two yards of loose earth was the sole barrier between
us, I said to myself--"I'll have her in my arms again!
If she be cold, I'll think it is this north wind that chills me; and if she be
motionless, it is sleep."
I got a spade from the tool-house, and began to delve with all my might--it
scraped the coffin; I fell to work with my hands; the wood commenced cracking about
the screws; I was on the point of attaining
my object, when it seemed that I heard a sigh from some one above, close at the edge
of the grave, and bending down.
"If I can only get this off," I muttered, "I wish they may shovel in the earth over
us both!" and I wrenched at it more desperately still.
There was another sigh, close at my ear.
I appeared to feel the warm breath of it displacing the sleet-laden wind.
I knew no living thing in flesh and blood was by; but, as certainly as you perceive
the approach to some substantial body in the dark, though it cannot be discerned, so
certainly I felt that Cathy was there: not under me, but on the earth.
A sudden sense of relief flowed from my heart through every limb.
I relinquished my labour of agony, and turned consoled at once: unspeakably
consoled. Her presence was with me: it remained while
I re-filled the grave, and led me home.
You may laugh, if you will; but I was sure I should see her there.
I was sure she was with me, and I could not help talking to her.
Having reached the Heights, I rushed eagerly to the door.
It was fastened; and, I remember, that accursed Earnshaw and my wife opposed my
entrance.
I remember stopping to kick the breath out of him, and then hurrying up-stairs, to my
room and hers.
I looked round impatiently--I felt her by me--I could almost see her, and yet I
could not!
I ought to have sweat blood then, from the anguish of my yearning--from the fervour of
my supplications to have but one glimpse! I had not one.
She showed herself, as she often was in life, a devil to me!
And, since then, sometimes more and sometimes less, I've been the sport of that
intolerable torture!
Infernal! keeping my nerves at such a stretch that, if they had not resembled
catgut, they would long ago have relaxed to the feebleness of Linton's.
When I sat in the house with Hareton, it seemed that on going out I should meet her;
when I walked on the moors I should meet her coming in.
When I went from home I hastened to return; she must be somewhere at the Heights, I
was certain! And when I slept in her chamber--I was
beaten out of that.
I couldn't lie there; for the moment I closed my eyes, she was either outside the
window, or sliding back the panels, or entering the room, or even resting her
darling head on the same pillow as she did
when a child; and I must open my lids to see.
And so I opened and closed them a hundred times a night--to be always disappointed!
It racked me!
I've often groaned aloud, till that old rascal Joseph no doubt believed that my
conscience was playing the fiend inside of me.
Now, since I've seen her, I'm pacified--a little.
It was a strange way of killing: not by inches, but by fractions of hairbreadths,
to beguile me with the spectre of a hope through eighteen years!'
Mr. Heathcliff paused and wiped his forehead; his hair clung to it, wet with
perspiration; his eyes were fixed on the red embers of the fire, the brows not
contracted, but raised next the temples;
diminishing the grim aspect of his countenance, but imparting a peculiar look
of trouble, and a painful appearance of mental tension towards one absorbing
subject.
He only half addressed me, and I maintained silence.
I didn't like to hear him talk!
After a short period he resumed his meditation on the picture, took it down and
leant it against the sofa to contemplate it at better advantage; and while so occupied
Catherine entered, announcing that she was ready, when her pony should be saddled.
'Send that over to-morrow,' said Heathcliff to me; then turning to her, he added: 'You
may do without your pony: it is a fine evening, and you'll need no ponies at
Wuthering Heights; for what journeys you take, your own feet will serve you.
Come along.' 'Good-bye, Ellen!' whispered my dear little
mistress.
As she kissed me, her lips felt like ice. 'Come and see me, Ellen; don't forget.'
'Take care you do no such thing, Mrs. Dean!' said her new father.
'When I wish to speak to you I'll come here.
I want none of your prying at my house!' He signed her to precede him; and casting
back a look that cut my heart, she obeyed.
I watched them, from the window, walk down the garden.
Heathcliff fixed Catherine's arm under his: though she disputed the act at first
evidently; and with rapid strides he hurried her into the alley, whose trees
concealed them.
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CHAPTER XXX
I have paid a visit to the Heights, but I have not seen her since she left: Joseph
held the door in his hand when I called to ask after her, and wouldn't let me pass.
He said Mrs. Linton was 'thrang,' and the master was not in.
Zillah has told me something of the way they go on, otherwise I should hardly know
who was dead and who living.
She thinks Catherine haughty, and does not like her, I can guess by her talk.
My young lady asked some aid of her when she first came; but Mr. Heathcliff told her
to follow her own business, and let his daughter-in-law look after herself; and
Zillah willingly acquiesced, being a narrow-minded, selfish woman.
Catherine evinced a child's annoyance at this neglect; repaid it with contempt, and
thus enlisted my informant among her enemies, as securely as if she had done her
some great wrong.
I had a long talk with Zillah about six weeks ago, a little before you came, one
day when we foregathered on the moor; and this is what she told me.
'The first thing Mrs. Linton did,' she said, 'on her arrival at the Heights, was
to run up-stairs, without even wishing good-evening to me and Joseph; she shut
herself into Linton's room, and remained till morning.
Then, while the master and Earnshaw were at breakfast, she entered the house, and asked
all in a quiver if the doctor might be sent for? her cousin was very ill.
'"We know that!" answered Heathcliff; "but his life is not worth a farthing, and I
won't spend a farthing on him." '"But I cannot tell how to do," she said;
"and if nobody will help me, he'll die!"
'"Walk out of the room," cried the master, "and let me never hear a word more about
him!
None here care what becomes of him; if you do, act the nurse; if you do not, lock him
up and leave him."
'Then she began to bother me, and I said I'd had enough plague with the tiresome
thing; we each had our tasks, and hers was to wait on Linton: Mr. Heathcliff bid me
leave that labour to her.
'How they managed together, I can't tell. I fancy he fretted a great deal, and moaned
hisseln night and day; and she had precious little rest: one could guess by her white
face and heavy eyes.
She sometimes came into the kitchen all wildered like, and looked as if she would
fain beg assistance; but I was not going to disobey the master: I never dare disobey
him, Mrs. Dean; and, though I thought it
wrong that Kenneth should not be sent for, it was no concern of mine either to advise
or complain, and I always refused to meddle.
Once or twice, after we had gone to bed, I've happened to open my door again and
seen her sitting crying on the stairs'-top; and then I've shut myself in quick, for
fear of being moved to interfere.
I did pity her then, I'm sure: still I didn't wish to lose my place, you know.
'At last, one night she came boldly into my chamber, and frightened me out of my wits,
by saying, "Tell Mr. Heathcliff that his son is dying--I'm sure he is, this time.
Get up, instantly, and tell him."
'Having uttered this speech, she vanished again.
I lay a quarter of an hour listening and trembling.
Nothing stirred--the house was quiet.
'She's mistaken, I said to myself. He's got over it.
I needn't disturb them; and I began to doze.
But my sleep was marred a second time by a sharp ringing of the bell--the only bell we
have, put up on purpose for Linton; and the master called to me to see what was the
matter, and inform them that he wouldn't have that noise repeated.
'I delivered Catherine's message.
He cursed to himself, and in a few minutes came out with a lighted candle, and
proceeded to their room. I followed.
Mrs. Heathcliff was seated by the bedside, with her hands folded on her knees.
Her father-in-law went up, held the light to Linton's face, looked at him, and
touched him; afterwards he turned to her.
'"Now--Catherine," he said, "how do you feel?"
'She was dumb. '"How do you feel, Catherine?" he repeated.
'"He's safe, and I'm free," she answered: "I should feel well--but," she continued,
with a bitterness she couldn't conceal, "you have left me so long to struggle
against death alone, that I feel and see only death!
I feel like death!" 'And she looked like it, too!
I gave her a little wine.
Hareton and Joseph, who had been wakened by the ringing and the sound of feet, and
heard our talk from outside, now entered.
Joseph was fain, I believe, of the lad's removal; Hareton seemed a thought bothered:
though he was more taken up with staring at Catherine than thinking of Linton.
But the master bid him get off to bed again: we didn't want his help.
He afterwards made Joseph remove the body to his chamber, and told me to return to
mine, and Mrs. Heathcliff remained by herself.
'In the morning, he sent me to tell her she must come down to breakfast: she had
undressed, and appeared going to sleep, and said she was ill; at which I hardly
wondered.
I informed Mr. Heathcliff, and he replied,- -"Well, let her be till after the funeral;
and go up now and then to get her what is needful; and, as soon as she seems better,
tell me."'
Cathy stayed upstairs a fortnight, according to Zillah; who visited her twice
a day, and would have been rather more friendly, but her attempts at increasing
kindness were proudly and promptly repelled.
Heathcliff went up once, to show her Linton's will.
He had bequeathed the whole of his, and what had been her, moveable property, to
his father: the poor creature was threatened, or coaxed, into that act during
her week's absence, when his uncle died.
The lands, being a minor, he could not meddle with.
However, Mr. Heathcliff has claimed and kept them in his wife's right and his also:
I suppose legally; at any rate, Catherine, destitute of cash and friends, cannot
disturb his possession.
'Nobody,' said Zillah, 'ever approached her door, except that once, but I; and nobody
asked anything about her. The first occasion of her coming down into
the house was on a Sunday afternoon.
She had cried out, when I carried up her dinner, that she couldn't bear any longer
being in the cold; and I told her the master was going to Thrushcross Grange, and
Earnshaw and I needn't hinder her from
descending; so, as soon as she heard Heathcliff's horse trot off, she made her
appearance, donned in black, and her yellow curls combed back behind her ears as plain
as a Quaker: she couldn't comb them out.
'Joseph and I generally go to chapel on Sundays:' the kirk, you know, has no
minister now, explained Mrs. Dean; and they call the Methodists' or Baptists' place (I
can't say which it is) at Gimmerton, a chapel.
'Joseph had gone,' she continued, 'but I thought proper to bide at home.
Young folks are always the better for an elder's over-looking; and Hareton, with all
his bashfulness, isn't a model of nice behaviour.
I let him know that his cousin would very likely sit with us, and she had been always
used to see the Sabbath respected; so he had as good leave his guns and bits of
indoor work alone, while she stayed.
He coloured up at the news, and cast his eyes over his hands and clothes.
The train-oil and gunpowder were shoved out of sight in a minute.
I saw he meant to give her his company; and I guessed, by his way, he wanted to be
presentable; so, laughing, as I durst not laugh when the master is by, I offered to
help him, if he would, and joked at his confusion.
He grew sullen, and began to swear.
'Now, Mrs. Dean,' Zillah went on, seeing me not pleased by her manner, 'you happen
think your young lady too fine for Mr. Hareton; and happen you're right: but I own
I should love well to bring her pride a peg lower.
And what will all her learning and her daintiness do for her, now?
She's as poor as you or I: poorer, I'll be bound: you're saying, and I'm doing my
little all that road.'
Hareton allowed Zillah to give him her aid; and she flattered him into a good humour;
so, when Catherine came, half forgetting her former insults, he tried to make
himself agreeable, by the housekeeper's account.
'Missis walked in,' she said, 'as chill as an icicle, and as high as a princess.
I got up and offered her my seat in the arm-chair.
No, she turned up her nose at my civility.
Earnshaw rose, too, and bid her come to the settle, and sit close by the fire: he was
sure she was starved.
'"I've been starved a month and more," she answered, resting on the word as scornful
as she could. 'And she got a chair for herself, and
placed it at a distance from both of us.
Having sat till she was warm, she began to look round, and discovered a number of
books on the dresser; she was instantly upon her feet again, stretching to reach
them: but they were too high up.
Her cousin, after watching her endeavours a while, at last summoned courage to help
her; she held her frock, and he filled it with the first that came to hand.
'That was a great advance for the lad.
She didn't thank him; still, he felt gratified that she had accepted his
assistance, and ventured to stand behind as she examined them, and even to stoop and
point out what struck his fancy in certain
old pictures which they contained; nor was he daunted by the saucy style in which she
jerked the page from his finger: he contented himself with going a bit farther
back and looking at her instead of the book.
She continued reading, or seeking for something to read.
His attention became, by degrees, quite centred in the study of her thick silky
curls: her face he couldn't see, and she couldn't see him.
And, perhaps, not quite awake to what he did, but attracted like a child to a
candle, at last he proceeded from staring to touching; he put out his hand and
stroked one curl, as gently as if it were a bird.
He might have stuck a knife into her neck, she started round in such a taking.
'"Get away this moment!
How dare you touch me? Why are you stopping there?" she cried, in
a tone of disgust. "I can't endure you!
I'll go upstairs again, if you come near me."
'Mr. Hareton recoiled, looking as foolish as he could do: he sat down in the settle
very quiet, and she continued turning over her volumes another half hour; finally,
Earnshaw crossed over, and whispered to me.
'"Will you ask her to read to us, Zillah? I'm stalled of doing naught; and I do like-
-I could like to hear her! Dunnot say I wanted it, but ask of
yourseln."
'"Mr. Hareton wishes you would read to us, ma'am," I said, immediately.
"He'd take it very kind--he'd be much obliged."
'She frowned; and looking up, answered--
'"Mr. Hareton, and the whole set of you, will be good enough to understand that I
reject any pretence at kindness you have the hypocrisy to offer!
I despise you, and will have nothing to say to any of you!
When I would have given my life for one kind word, even to see one of your faces,
you all kept off.
But I won't complain to you! I'm driven down here by the cold; not
either to amuse you or enjoy your society." '"What could I ha' done?" began Earnshaw.
"How was I to blame?"
'"Oh! you are an exception," answered Mrs. Heathcliff.
"I never missed such a concern as you."
'"But I offered more than once, and asked," he said, kindling up at her pertness, "I
asked Mr. Heathcliff to let me wake for you--"
'"Be silent!
I'll go out of doors, or anywhere, rather than have your disagreeable voice in my
ear!" said my lady.
'Hareton muttered she might go to hell, for him! and unslinging his gun, restrained
himself from his Sunday occupations no longer.
He talked now, freely enough; and she presently saw fit to retreat to her
solitude: but the frost had set in, and, in spite of her pride, she was forced to
condescend to our company, more and more.
However, I took care there should be no further scorning at my good nature: ever
since, I've been as stiff as herself; and she has no lover or liker among us: and she
does not deserve one; for, let them say the
least word to her, and she'll curl back without respect of any one.
She'll snap at the master himself, and as good as dares him to thrash her; and the
more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows.'
At first, on hearing this account from Zillah, I determined to leave my situation,
take a cottage, and get Catherine to come and live with me: but Mr. Heathcliff would
as soon permit that as he would set up
Hareton in an independent house; and I can see no remedy, at present, unless she could
marry again; and that scheme it does not come within my province to arrange.
Thus ended Mrs. Dean's story.
Notwithstanding the doctor's prophecy, I am rapidly recovering strength; and though it
be only the second week in January, I propose getting out on horseback in a day
or two, and riding over to Wuthering
Heights, to inform my landlord that I shall spend the next six months in London; and,
if he likes, he may look out for another tenant to take the place after October.
I would not pass another winter here for much.
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CHAPTER XXXI
Yesterday was bright, calm, and frosty.
I went to the Heights as I proposed: my housekeeper entreated me to bear a little
note from her to her young lady, and I did not refuse, for the worthy woman was not
conscious of anything odd in her request.
The front door stood open, but the jealous gate was fastened, as at my last visit; I
knocked and invoked Earnshaw from among the garden-beds; he unchained it, and I
entered.
The fellow is as handsome a rustic as need be seen.
I took particular notice of him this time; but then he does his best apparently to
make the least of his advantages.
I asked if Mr. Heathcliff were at home? He answered, No; but he would be in at
dinner-time.
It was eleven o'clock, and I announced my intention of going in and waiting for him;
at which he immediately flung down his tools and accompanied me, in the office of
watchdog, not as a substitute for the host.
We entered together; Catherine was there, making herself useful in preparing some
vegetables for the approaching meal; she looked more sulky and less spirited than
when I had seen her first.
She hardly raised her eyes to notice me, and continued her employment with the same
disregard to common forms of politeness as before; never returning my bow and good-
morning by the slightest acknowledgment.
'She does not seem so amiable,' I thought, 'as Mrs. Dean would persuade me to believe.
She's a beauty, it is true; but not an angel.'
Earnshaw surlily bid her remove her things to the kitchen.
'Remove them yourself,' she said, pushing them from her as soon as she had done; and
retiring to a stool by the window, where she began to carve figures of birds and
beasts out of the turnip-parings in her lap.
I approached her, pretending to desire a view of the garden; and, as I fancied,
adroitly dropped Mrs. Dean's note on to her knee, unnoticed by Hareton--but she asked
aloud, 'What is that?'
And chucked it off.
'A letter from your old acquaintance, the housekeeper at the Grange,' I answered;
annoyed at her exposing my kind deed, and fearful lest it should be imagined a
missive of my own.
She would gladly have gathered it up at this information, but Hareton beat her; he
seized and put it in his waistcoat, saying Mr. Heathcliff should look at it first.
Thereat, Catherine silently turned her face from us, and, very stealthily, drew out her
pocket-handkerchief and applied it to her eyes; and her cousin, after struggling
awhile to keep down his softer feelings,
pulled out the letter and flung it on the floor beside her, as ungraciously as he
could.
Catherine caught and perused it eagerly; then she put a few questions to me
concerning the inmates, rational and irrational, of her former home; and gazing
towards the hills, murmured in soliloquy:
'I should like to be riding Minny down there!
I should like to be climbing up there! Oh! I'm tired--I'm stalled, Hareton!'
And she leant her pretty head back against the sill, with half a yawn and half a sigh,
and lapsed into an aspect of abstracted sadness: neither caring nor knowing whether
we remarked her.
'Mrs. Heathcliff,' I said, after sitting some time mute, 'you are not aware that I
am an acquaintance of yours? so intimate that I think it strange you won't come and
speak to me.
My housekeeper never wearies of talking about and praising you; and she'll be
greatly disappointed if I return with no news of or from you, except that you
received her letter and said nothing!'
She appeared to wonder at this speech, and asked,--
'Does Ellen like you?' 'Yes, very well,' I replied, hesitatingly.
'You must tell her,' she continued, 'that I would answer her letter, but I have no
materials for writing: not even a book from which I might tear a leaf.'
'No books!'
I exclaimed. 'How do you contrive to live here without
them? if I may take the liberty to inquire.
Though provided with a large library, I'm frequently very dull at the Grange; take my
books away, and I should be desperate!'
'I was always reading, when I had them,' said Catherine; 'and Mr. Heathcliff never
reads; so he took it into his head to destroy my books.
I have not had a glimpse of one for weeks.
Only once, I searched through Joseph's store of theology, to his great irritation;
and once, Hareton, I came upon a secret stock in your room--some Latin and Greek,
and some tales and poetry: all old friends.
I brought the last here--and you gathered them, as a magpie gathers silver spoons,
for the mere love of stealing!
They are of no use to you; or else you concealed them in the bad spirit that, as
you cannot enjoy them, nobody else shall. Perhaps your envy counselled Mr.
Heathcliff to rob me of my treasures?
But I've most of them written on my brain and printed in my heart, and you cannot
deprive me of those!'
Earnshaw blushed crimson when his cousin made this revelation of his private
literary accumulations, and stammered an indignant denial of her accusations.
'Mr. Hareton is desirous of increasing his amount of knowledge,' I said, coming to his
rescue. 'He is not envious, but emulous of your
attainments.
He'll be a clever scholar in a few years.' 'And he wants me to sink into a dunce,
meantime,' answered Catherine. 'Yes, I hear him trying to spell and read
to himself, and pretty blunders he makes!
I wish you would repeat Chevy Chase as you did yesterday: it was extremely funny.
I heard you; and I heard you turning over the dictionary to seek out the hard words,
and then cursing because you couldn't read their explanations!'
The young man evidently thought it too bad that he should be laughed at for his
ignorance, and then laughed at for trying to remove it.
I had a similar notion; and, remembering Mrs. Dean's anecdote of his first attempt
at enlightening the darkness in which he had been reared, I observed,--'But, Mrs.
Heathcliff, we have each had a
commencement, and each stumbled and tottered on the threshold; had our teachers
scorned instead of aiding us, we should stumble and totter yet.'
'Oh!' she replied, 'I don't wish to limit his acquirements: still, he has no right to
appropriate what is mine, and make it ridiculous to me with his vile mistakes and
mispronunciations!
Those books, both prose and verse, are consecrated to me by other associations;
and I hate to have them debased and profaned in his mouth!
Besides, of all, he has selected my favourite pieces that I love the most to
repeat, as if out of deliberate malice.'
Hareton's chest heaved in silence a minute: he laboured under a severe sense of
mortification and wrath, which it was no easy task to suppress.
I rose, and, from a gentlemanly idea of relieving his embarrassment, took up my
station in the doorway, surveying the external prospect as I stood.
He followed my example, and left the room; but presently reappeared, bearing half a
dozen volumes in his hands, which he threw into Catherine's lap, exclaiming,--'Take
them!
I never want to hear, or read, or think of them again!'
'I won't have them now,' she answered. 'I shall connect them with you, and hate
them.'
She opened one that had obviously been often turned over, and read a portion in
the drawling tone of a beginner; then laughed, and threw it from her.
'And listen,' she continued, provokingly, commencing a verse of an old ballad in the
same fashion.
But his self-love would endure no further torment: I heard, and not altogether
disapprovingly, a manual check given to her saucy tongue.
The little wretch had done her utmost to hurt her cousin's sensitive though
uncultivated feelings, and a physical argument was the only mode he had of
balancing the account, and repaying its effects on the inflictor.
He afterwards gathered the books and hurled them on the fire.
I read in his countenance what anguish it was to offer that sacrifice to spleen.
I fancied that as they consumed, he recalled the pleasure they had already
imparted, and the triumph and ever- increasing pleasure he had anticipated from
them; and I fancied I guessed the incitement to his secret studies also.
He had been content with daily labour and rough animal enjoyments, till Catherine
crossed his path.
Shame at her scorn, and hope of her approval, were his first prompters to
higher pursuits; and instead of guarding him from one and winning him to the other,
his endeavours to raise himself had produced just the contrary result.
'Yes that's all the good that such a brute as you can get from them!' cried Catherine,
sucking her damaged lip, and watching the conflagration with indignant eyes.
'You'd better hold your tongue, now,' he answered fiercely.
And his agitation precluded further speech; he advanced hastily to the entrance, where
I made way for him to pass.
But ere he had crossed the door-stones, Mr. Heathcliff, coming up the causeway,
encountered him, and laying hold of his shoulder asked,--'What's to do now, my
lad?'
'Naught, naught,' he said, and broke away to enjoy his grief and anger in solitude.
Heathcliff gazed after him, and sighed.
'It will be odd if I thwart myself,' he muttered, unconscious that I was behind
him. 'But when I look for his father in his
face, I find her every day more!
How the devil is he so like? I can hardly bear to see him.'
He bent his eyes to the ground, and walked moodily in.
There was a restless, anxious expression in his countenance.
I had never remarked there before; and he looked sparer in person.
His daughter-in-law, on perceiving him through the window, immediately escaped to
the kitchen, so that I remained alone.
'I'm glad to see you out of doors again, Mr. Lockwood,' he said, in reply to my
greeting; 'from selfish motives partly: I don't think I could readily supply your
loss in this desolation.
I've wondered more than once what brought you here.'
'An idle whim, I fear, sir,' was my answer; 'or else an idle whim is going to spirit me
away.
I shall set out for London next week; and I must give you warning that I feel no
disposition to retain Thrushcross Grange beyond the twelve months I agreed to rent
it.
I believe I shall not live there any more.' 'Oh, indeed; you're tired of being banished
from the world, are you?' he said.
'But if you be coming to plead off paying for a place you won't occupy, your journey
is useless: I never relent in exacting my due from any one.'
'I'm coming to plead off nothing about it,' I exclaimed, considerably irritated.
'Should you wish it, I'll settle with you now,' and I drew my note-book from my
pocket.
'No, no,' he replied, coolly; 'you'll leave sufficient behind to cover your debts, if
you fail to return: I'm not in such a hurry.
Sit down and take your dinner with us; a guest that is safe from repeating his visit
can generally be made welcome. Catherine! bring the things in: where are
you?'
Catherine reappeared, bearing a tray of knives and forks.
'You may get your dinner with Joseph,' muttered Heathcliff, aside, 'and remain in
the kitchen till he is gone.'
She obeyed his directions very punctually: perhaps she had no temptation to
transgress.
Living among clowns and misanthropists, she probably cannot appreciate a better class
of people when she meets them.
With Mr. Heathcliff, grim and saturnine, on the one hand, and Hareton, absolutely dumb,
on the other, I made a somewhat cheerless meal, and bade adieu early.
I would have departed by the back way, to get a last glimpse of Catherine and annoy
old Joseph; but Hareton received orders to lead up my horse, and my host himself
escorted me to the door, so I could not fulfil my wish.
'How dreary life gets over in that house!' I reflected, while riding down the road.
'What a realisation of something more romantic than a fairy tale it would have
been for Mrs. Linton Heathcliff, had she and I struck up an attachment, as her good
nurse desired, and migrated together into the stirring atmosphere of the town!'
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CHAPTER XXXII
1802.--This September I was invited to devastate the moors of a friend in the
north, and on my journey to his abode, I unexpectedly came within fifteen miles of
Gimmerton.
The ostler at a roadside public-house was holding a pail of water to refresh my
horses, when a cart of very green oats, newly reaped, passed by, and he remarked,--
'Yon's frough Gimmerton, nah!
They're allas three wick' after other folk wi' ther harvest.'
'Gimmerton?' I repeated--my residence in that locality
had already grown dim and dreamy.
'Ah! I know. How far is it from this?'
'Happen fourteen mile o'er th' hills; and a rough road,' he answered.
A sudden impulse seized me to visit Thrushcross Grange.
It was scarcely noon, and I conceived that I might as well pass the night under my own
roof as in an inn.
Besides, I could spare a day easily to arrange matters with my landlord, and thus
save myself the trouble of invading the neighbourhood again.
Having rested awhile, I directed my servant to inquire the way to the village; and,
with great fatigue to our beasts, we managed the distance in some three hours.
I left him there, and proceeded down the valley alone.
The grey church looked greyer, and the lonely churchyard lonelier.
I distinguished a moor-sheep cropping the short turf on the graves.
It was sweet, warm weather--too warm for travelling; but the heat did not hinder me
from enjoying the delightful scenery above and below: had I seen it nearer August, I'm
sure it would have tempted me to waste a month among its solitudes.
In winter nothing more dreary, in summer nothing more divine, than those glens shut
in by hills, and those bluff, bold swells of heath.
I reached the Grange before sunset, and knocked for admittance; but the family had
retreated into the back premises, I judged, by one thin, blue wreath, curling from the
kitchen chimney, and they did not hear.
I rode into the court. Under the porch, a girl of nine or ten sat
knitting, and an old woman reclined on the housesteps, smoking a meditative pipe.
'Is Mrs. Dean within?'
I demanded of the dame. 'Mistress Dean?
Nay!' she answered, 'she doesn't bide here: shoo's up at th' Heights.'
'Are you the housekeeper, then?'
I continued. 'Eea, aw keep th' hause,' she replied.
'Well, I'm Mr. Lockwood, the master. Are there any rooms to lodge me in, I
wonder?
I wish to stay all night.' 'T' maister!' she cried in astonishment.
'Whet, whoiver knew yah wur coming? Yah sud ha' send word.
They's nowt norther dry nor mensful abaht t' place: nowt there isn't!'
She threw down her pipe and bustled in, the girl followed, and I entered too; soon
perceiving that her report was true, and, moreover, that I had almost upset her wits
by my unwelcome apparition, I bade her be composed.
I would go out for a walk; and, meantime she must try to prepare a corner of a
sitting-room for me to sup in, and a bedroom to sleep in.
No sweeping and dusting, only good fire and dry sheets were necessary.
She seemed willing to do her best; though she thrust the hearth-brush into the grates
in mistake for the poker, and malappropriated several other articles of
her craft: but I retired, confiding in her
energy for a resting-place against my return.
Wuthering Heights was the goal of my proposed excursion.
An afterthought brought me back, when I had quitted the court.
'All well at the Heights?' I inquired of the woman.
'Eea, f'r owt ee knaw!' she answered, skurrying away with a pan of hot cinders.
I would have asked why Mrs. Dean had deserted the Grange, but it was impossible
to delay her at such a crisis, so I turned away and made my exit, rambling leisurely
along, with the glow of a sinking sun
behind, and the mild glory of a rising moon in front--one fading, and the other
brightening--as I quitted the park, and climbed the stony by-road branching off to
Mr. Heathcliff's dwelling.
Before I arrived in sight of it, all that remained of day was a beamless amber light
along the west: but I could see every pebble on the path, and every blade of
grass, by that splendid moon.
I had neither to climb the gate nor to knock--it yielded to my hand.
That is an improvement, I thought.
And I noticed another, by the aid of my nostrils; a fragrance of stocks and
wallflowers wafted on the air from amongst the homely fruit-trees.
Both doors and lattices were open; and yet, as is usually the case in a coal-district,
a fine red fire illumined the chimney: the comfort which the eye derives from it
renders the extra heat endurable.
But the house of Wuthering Heights is so large that the inmates have plenty of space
for withdrawing out of its influence; and accordingly what inmates there were had
stationed themselves not far from one of the windows.
I could both see them and hear them talk before I entered, and looked and listened
in consequence; being moved thereto by a mingled sense of curiosity and envy, that
grew as I lingered.
'Con-trary!' said a voice as sweet as a silver bell.
'That for the third time, you dunce! I'm not going to tell you again.
Recollect, or I'll pull your hair!'
'Contrary, then,' answered another, in deep but softened tones.
'And now, kiss me, for minding so well.' 'No, read it over first correctly, without
a single mistake.'
The male speaker began to read: he was a young man, respectably dressed and seated
at a table, having a book before him.
His handsome features glowed with pleasure, and his eyes kept impatiently wandering
from the page to a small white hand over his shoulder, which recalled him by a smart
slap on the cheek, whenever its owner detected such signs of inattention.
Its owner stood behind; her light, shining ringlets blending, at intervals, with his
brown looks, as she bent to superintend his studies; and her face--it was lucky he
could not see her face, or he would never have been so steady.
I could; and I bit my lip in spite, at having thrown away the chance I might have
had of doing something besides staring at its smiting beauty.
The task was done, not free from further blunders; but the pupil claimed a reward,
and received at least five kisses; which, however, he generously returned.
Then they came to the door, and from their conversation I judged they were about to
issue out and have a walk on the moors.
I supposed I should be condemned in Hareton Earnshaw's heart, if not by his mouth, to
the lowest pit in the infernal regions if I showed my unfortunate person in his
neighbourhood then; and feeling very mean
and malignant, I skulked round to seek refuge in the kitchen.
There was unobstructed admittance on that side also; and at the door sat my old
friend Nelly Dean, sewing and singing a song; which was often interrupted from
within by harsh words of scorn and
intolerance, uttered in far from musical accents.
'I'd rayther, by th' haulf, hev' 'em swearing i' my lugs fro'h morn to neeght,
nor hearken ye hahsiver!' said the tenant of the kitchen, in answer to an unheard
speech of Nelly's.
'It's a blazing shame, that I cannot oppen t' blessed Book, but yah set up them
glories to sattan, and all t' flaysome wickednesses that iver were born into th'
warld!
Oh! ye're a raight nowt; and shoo's another; and that poor lad 'll be lost
atween ye. Poor lad!' he added, with a groan; 'he's
witched: I'm sartin on't.
Oh, Lord, judge 'em, for there's norther law nor justice among wer rullers!'
'No! or we should be sitting in flaming fagots, I suppose,' retorted the singer.
'But wisht, old man, and read your Bible like a Christian, and never mind me.
This is "Fairy Annie's Wedding"--a bonny tune--it goes to a dance.'
Mrs. Dean was about to recommence, when I advanced; and recognising me directly, she
jumped to her feet, crying--'Why, bless you, Mr. Lockwood!
How could you think of returning in this way?
All's shut up at Thrushcross Grange. You should have given us notice!'
'I've arranged to be accommodated there, for as long as I shall stay,' I answered.
'I depart again to-morrow. And how are you transplanted here, Mrs.
Dean? tell me that.'
'Zillah left, and Mr. Heathcliff wished me to come, soon after you went to London, and
stay till you returned. But, step in, pray!
Have you walked from Gimmerton this evening?'
'From the Grange,' I replied; 'and while they make me lodging room there, I want to
finish my business with your master; because I don't think of having another
opportunity in a hurry.'
'What business, sir?' said Nelly, conducting me into the house.
'He's gone out at present, and won't return soon.'
'About the rent,' I answered.
'Oh! then it is with Mrs. Heathcliff you must settle,' she observed; 'or rather with
me.
She has not learnt to manage her affairs yet, and I act for her: there's nobody
else.' I looked surprised.
'Ah! you have not heard of Heathcliff's death, I see,' she continued.
'Heathcliff dead!' I exclaimed, astonished.
'How long ago?'
'Three months since: but sit down, and let me take your hat, and I'll tell you all
about it. Stop, you have had nothing to eat, have
you?'
'I want nothing: I have ordered supper at home.
You sit down too. I never dreamt of his dying!
Let me hear how it came to pass.
You say you don't expect them back for some time--the young people?'
'No--I have to scold them every evening for their late rambles: but they don't care for
me.
At least, have a drink of our old ale; it will do you good: you seem weary.'
She hastened to fetch it before I could refuse, and I heard Joseph asking whether
'it warn't a crying scandal that she should have followers at her time of life?
And then, to get them jocks out o' t' maister's cellar!
He fair shaamed to 'bide still and see it.'
She did not stay to retaliate, but re- entered in a minute, bearing a reaming
silver pint, whose contents I lauded with becoming earnestness.
And afterwards she furnished me with the sequel of Heathcliff's history.
He had a 'queer' end, as she expressed it.
I was summoned to Wuthering Heights, within a fortnight of your leaving us, she said;
and I obeyed joyfully, for Catherine's sake.
My first interview with her grieved and shocked me: she had altered so much since
our separation.
Mr. Heathcliff did not explain his reasons for taking a new mind about my coming here;
he only told me he wanted me, and he was tired of seeing Catherine: I must make the
little parlour my sitting-room, and keep her with me.
It was enough if he were obliged to see her once or twice a day.
She seemed pleased at this arrangement; and, by degrees, I smuggled over a great
number of books, and other articles, that had formed her amusement at the Grange; and
flattered myself we should get on in tolerable comfort.
The delusion did not last long. Catherine, contented at first, in a brief
space grew irritable and restless.
For one thing, she was forbidden to move out of the garden, and it fretted her sadly
to be confined to its narrow bounds as spring drew on; for another, in following
the house, I was forced to quit her
frequently, and she complained of loneliness: she preferred quarrelling with
Joseph in the kitchen to sitting at peace in her solitude.
I did not mind their skirmishes: but Hareton was often obliged to seek the
kitchen also, when the master wanted to have the house to himself! and though in
the beginning she either left it at his
approach, or quietly joined in my occupations, and shunned remarking or
addressing him--and though he was always as sullen and silent as possible--after a
while, she changed her behaviour, and
became incapable of letting him alone: talking at him; commenting on his stupidity
and idleness; expressing her wonder how he could endure the life he lived--how he
could sit a whole evening staring into the fire, and dozing.
'He's just like a dog, is he not, Ellen?' she once observed, 'or a cart-horse?
He does his work, eats his food, and sleeps eternally!
What a blank, dreary mind he must have! Do you ever dream, Hareton?
And, if you do, what is it about?
But you can't speak to me!' Then she looked at him; but he would
neither open his mouth nor look again. 'He's, perhaps, dreaming now,' she
continued.
'He twitched his shoulder as Juno twitches hers.
Ask him, Ellen.' 'Mr. Hareton will ask the master to send
you up-stairs, if you don't behave!'
I said. He had not only twitched his shoulder but
clenched his fist, as if tempted to use it.
'I know why Hareton never speaks, when I am in the kitchen,' she exclaimed, on another
occasion. 'He is afraid I shall laugh at him.
Ellen, what do you think?
He began to teach himself to read once; and, because I laughed, he burned his
books, and dropped it: was he not a fool?' 'Were not you naughty?'
I said; 'answer me that.'
'Perhaps I was,' she went on; 'but I did not expect him to be so silly.
Hareton, if I gave you a book, would you take it now?
I'll try!'
She placed one she had been perusing on his hand; he flung it off, and muttered, if she
did not give over, he would break her neck. 'Well, I shall put it here,' she said, 'in
the table-drawer; and I'm going to bed.'
Then she whispered me to watch whether he touched it, and departed.
But he would not come near it; and so I informed her in the morning, to her great
disappointment.
I saw she was sorry for his persevering sulkiness and indolence: her conscience
reproved her for frightening him off improving himself: she had done it
effectually.
But her ingenuity was at work to remedy the injury: while I ironed, or pursued other
such stationary employments as I could not well do in the parlour, she would bring
some pleasant volume and read it aloud to me.
When Hareton was there, she generally paused in an interesting part, and left the
book lying about: that she did repeatedly; but he was as obstinate as a mule, and,
instead of snatching at her bait, in wet
weather he took to smoking with Joseph; and they sat like automatons, one on each side
of the fire, the elder happily too deaf to understand her wicked nonsense, as he would
have called it, the younger doing his best to seem to disregard it.
On fine evenings the latter followed his shooting expeditions, and Catherine yawned
and sighed, and teased me to talk to her, and ran off into the court or garden the
moment I began; and, as a last resource,
cried, and said she was tired of living: her life was useless.
Mr. Heathcliff, who grew more and more disinclined to society, had almost banished
Earnshaw from his apartment.
Owing to an accident at the commencement of March, he became for some days a fixture in
the kitchen.
His gun burst while out on the hills by himself; a splinter cut his arm, and he
lost a good deal of blood before he could reach home.
The consequence was that, perforce, he was condemned to the fireside and tranquillity,
till he made it up again.
It suited Catherine to have him there: at any rate, it made her hate her room up-
stairs more than ever: and she would compel me to find out business below, that she
might accompany me.
On Easter Monday, Joseph went to Gimmerton fair with some cattle; and, in the
afternoon, I was busy getting up linen in the kitchen.
Earnshaw sat, morose as usual, at the chimney corner, and my little mistress was
beguiling an idle hour with drawing pictures on the window-panes, varying her
amusement by smothered bursts of songs, and
whispered ejaculations, and quick glances of annoyance and impatience in the
direction of her cousin, who steadfastly smoked, and looked into the grate.
At a notice that I could do with her no longer intercepting my light, she removed
to the hearthstone.
I bestowed little attention on her proceedings, but, presently, I heard her
begin--'I've found out, Hareton, that I want--that I'm glad--that I should like you
to be my cousin now, if you had not grown so cross to me, and so rough.'
Hareton returned no answer. 'Hareton, Hareton, Hareton! do you hear?'
she continued.
'Get off wi' ye!' he growled, with uncompromising gruffness.
'Let me take that pipe,' she said, cautiously advancing her hand and
abstracting it from his mouth.
Before he could attempt to recover it, it was broken, and behind the fire.
He swore at her and seized another.
'Stop,' she cried, 'you must listen to me first; and I can't speak while those clouds
are floating in my face.' 'Will you go to the devil!' he exclaimed,
ferociously, 'and let me be!'
'No,' she persisted, 'I won't: I can't tell what to do to make you talk to me; and you
are determined not to understand. When I call you stupid, I don't mean
anything: I don't mean that I despise you.
Come, you shall take notice of me, Hareton: you are my cousin, and you shall own me.'
'I shall have naught to do wi' you and your mucky pride, and your damned mocking
tricks!' he answered.
'I'll go to hell, body and soul, before I look sideways after you again.
Side out o' t' gate, now, this minute!'
Catherine frowned, and retreated to the window-seat chewing her lip, and
endeavouring, by humming an eccentric tune, to conceal a growing tendency to sob.
'You should be friends with your cousin, Mr. Hareton,' I interrupted, 'since she
repents of her sauciness.
It would do you a great deal of good: it would make you another man to have her for
a companion.'
'A companion!' he cried; 'when she hates me, and does not think me fit to wipe her
shoon!
Nay, if it made me a king, I'd not be scorned for seeking her good-will any
more.'
'It is not I who hate you, it is you who hate me!' wept Cathy, no longer disguising
her trouble. 'You hate me as much as Mr. Heathcliff
does, and more.'
'You're a damned liar,' began Earnshaw: 'why have I made him angry, by taking your
part, then, a hundred times? and that when you sneered at and despised me, and--Go on
plaguing me, and I'll step in yonder, and say you worried me out of the kitchen!'
'I didn't know you took my part,' she answered, drying her eyes; 'and I was
miserable and bitter at everybody; but now I thank you, and beg you to forgive me:
what can I do besides?'
She returned to the hearth, and frankly extended her hand.
He blackened and scowled like a thunder- cloud, and kept his fists resolutely
clenched, and his gaze fixed on the ground.
Catherine, by instinct, must have divined it was obdurate perversity, and not
dislike, that prompted this dogged conduct; for, after remaining an instant undecided,
she stooped and impressed on his cheek a gentle kiss.
The little rogue thought I had not seen her, and, drawing back, she took her former
station by the window, quite demurely.
I shook my head reprovingly, and then she blushed and whispered--'Well! what should I
have done, Ellen?
He wouldn't shake hands, and he wouldn't look: I must show him some way that I like
him--that I want to be friends.'
Whether the kiss convinced Hareton, I cannot tell: he was very careful, for some
minutes, that his face should not be seen, and when he did raise it, he was sadly
puzzled where to turn his eyes.
Catherine employed herself in wrapping a handsome book neatly in white paper, and
having tied it with a bit of ribbon, and addressed it to 'Mr. Hareton Earnshaw,' she
desired me to be her ambassadress, and
convey the present to its destined recipient.
'And tell him, if he'll take it, I'll come and teach him to read it right,' she said;
'and, if he refuse it, I'll go upstairs, and never tease him again.'
I carried it, and repeated the message; anxiously watched by my employer.
Hareton would not open his fingers, so I laid it on his knee.
He did not strike it off, either.
I returned to my work.
Catherine leaned her head and arms on the table, till she heard the slight rustle of
the covering being removed; then she stole away, and quietly seated herself beside her
cousin.
He trembled, and his face glowed: all his rudeness and all his surly harshness had
deserted him: he could not summon courage, at first, to utter a syllable in reply to
her questioning look, and her murmured petition.
'Say you forgive me, Hareton, do. You can make me so happy by speaking that
little word.'
He muttered something inaudible. 'And you'll be my friend?' added Catherine,
interrogatively.
'Nay, you'll be ashamed of me every day of your life,' he answered; 'and the more
ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.'
'So you won't be my friend?' she said, smiling as sweet as honey, and creeping
close up.
I overheard no further distinguishable talk, but, on looking round again, I
perceived two such radiant countenances bent over the page of the accepted book,
that I did not doubt the treaty had been
ratified on both sides; and the enemies were, thenceforth, sworn allies.
The work they studied was full of costly pictures; and those and their position had
charm enough to keep them unmoved till Joseph came home.
He, poor man, was perfectly aghast at the spectacle of Catherine seated on the same
bench with Hareton Earnshaw, leaning her hand on his shoulder; and confounded at his
favourite's endurance of her proximity: it
affected him too deeply to allow an observation on the subject that night.
His emotion was only revealed by the immense sighs he drew, as he solemnly
spread his large Bible on the table, and overlaid it with dirty bank-notes from his
pocket-book, the produce of the day's transactions.
At length he summoned Hareton from his seat.
'Tak' these in to t' maister, lad,' he said, 'and bide there.
I's gang up to my own rahm. This hoile's neither mensful nor seemly for
us: we mun side out and seearch another.'
'Come, Catherine,' I said, 'we must "side out" too: I've done my ironing.
Are you ready to go?' 'It is not eight o'clock!' she answered,
rising unwillingly.
'Hareton, I'll leave this book upon the chimney-piece, and I'll bring some more to-
morrow.'
'Ony books that yah leave, I shall tak' into th' hahse,' said Joseph, 'and it'll be
mitch if yah find 'em agean; soa, yah may plase yerseln!'
Cathy threatened that his library should pay for hers; and, smiling as she passed
Hareton, went singing up-stairs: lighter of heart, I venture to say, than ever she had
been under that roof before; except,
perhaps, during her earliest visits to Linton.
The intimacy thus commenced grew rapidly; though it encountered temporary
interruptions.
Earnshaw was not to be civilized with a wish, and my young lady was no philosopher,
and no paragon of patience; but both their minds tending to the same point--one loving
and desiring to esteem, and the other
loving and desiring to be esteemed--they contrived in the end to reach it.
You see, Mr. Lockwood, it was easy enough to win Mrs. Heathcliff's heart.
But now, I'm glad you did not try.
The crown of all my wishes will be the union of those two.
I shall envy no one on their wedding day: there won't be a happier woman than myself
in England!
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CHAPTER XXXIII
On the morrow of that Monday, Earnshaw being still unable to follow his ordinary
employments, and therefore remaining about the house, I speedily found it would be
impracticable to retain my charge beside me, as heretofore.
She got downstairs before me, and out into the garden, where she had seen her cousin
performing some easy work; and when I went to bid them come to breakfast, I saw she
had persuaded him to clear a large space of
ground from currant and gooseberry bushes, and they were busy planning together an
importation of plants from the Grange.
I was terrified at the devastation which had been accomplished in a brief half-hour;
the black-currant trees were the apple of Joseph's eye, and she had just fixed her
choice of a flower-bed in the midst of them.
'There! That will be all shown to the master,' I
exclaimed, 'the minute it is discovered.
And what excuse have you to offer for taking such liberties with the garden?
We shall have a fine explosion on the head of it: see if we don't!
Mr. Hareton, I wonder you should have no more wit than to go and make that mess at
her bidding!'
'I'd forgotten they were Joseph's,' answered Earnshaw, rather puzzled; 'but
I'll tell him I did it.' We always ate our meals with Mr.
Heathcliff.
I held the mistress's post in making tea and carving; so I was indispensable at
table.
Catherine usually sat by me, but to-day she stole nearer to Hareton; and I presently
saw she would have no more discretion in her friendship than she had in her
hostility.
'Now, mind you don't talk with and notice your cousin too much,' were my whispered
instructions as we entered the room. 'It will certainly annoy Mr. Heathcliff,
and he'll be mad at you both.'
'I'm not going to,' she answered. The minute after, she had sidled to him,
and was sticking primroses in his plate of porridge.
He dared not speak to her there: he dared hardly look; and yet she went on teasing,
till he was twice on the point of being provoked to laugh.
I frowned, and then she glanced towards the master: whose mind was occupied on other
subjects than his company, as his countenance evinced; and she grew serious
for an instant, scrutinizing him with deep gravity.
Afterwards she turned, and recommenced her nonsense; at last, Hareton uttered a
smothered laugh.
Mr. Heathcliff started; his eye rapidly surveyed our faces, Catherine met it with
her accustomed look of nervousness and yet defiance, which he abhorred.
'It is well you are out of my reach,' he exclaimed.
'What fiend possesses you to stare back at me, continually, with those infernal eyes?
Down with them! and don't remind me of your existence again.
I thought I had cured you of laughing.' 'It was me,' muttered Hareton.
'What do you say?' demanded the master.
Hareton looked at his plate, and did not repeat the confession.
Mr. Heathcliff looked at him a bit, and then silently resumed his breakfast and his
interrupted musing.
We had nearly finished, and the two young people prudently shifted wider asunder, so
I anticipated no further disturbance during that sitting: when Joseph appeared at the
door, revealing by his quivering lip and
furious eyes that the outrage committed on his precious shrubs was detected.
He must have seen Cathy and her cousin about the spot before he examined it, for
while his jaws worked like those of a cow chewing its cud, and rendered his speech
difficult to understand, he began:--
'I mun hev' my wage, and I mun goa!
I hed aimed to dee wheare I'd sarved fur sixty year; and I thowt I'd lug my books up
into t' garret, and all my bits o' stuff, and they sud hev' t' kitchen to theirseln;
for t' sake o' quietness.
It wur hard to gie up my awn hearthstun, but I thowt I could do that!
But nah, shoo's taan my garden fro' me, and by th' heart, maister, I cannot stand it!
Yah may bend to th' yoak an ye will--I noan used to 't, and an old man doesn't sooin
get used to new barthens. I'd rayther arn my bite an' my sup wi' a
hammer in th' road!'
'Now, now, idiot!' interrupted Heathcliff, 'cut it short!
What's your grievance? I'll interfere in no quarrels between you
and Nelly.
She may thrust you into the coal-hole for anything I care.'
'It's noan Nelly!' answered Joseph. 'I sudn't shift for Nelly--nasty ill nowt
as shoo is.
Thank God! shoo cannot stale t' sowl o' nob'dy!
Shoo wer niver soa handsome, but what a body mud look at her 'bout winking.
It's yon flaysome, graceless quean, that's witched our lad, wi' her bold een and her
forrard ways--till--Nay! it fair brusts my heart!
He's forgotten all I've done for him, and made on him, and goan and riven up a whole
row o' t' grandest currant-trees i' t' garden!' and here he lamented outright;
unmanned by a sense of his bitter injuries,
and Earnshaw's ingratitude and dangerous condition.
'Is the fool drunk?' asked Mr. Heathcliff. 'Hareton, is it you he's finding fault
with?'
'I've pulled up two or three bushes,' replied the young man; 'but I'm going to
set 'em again.' 'And why have you pulled them up?' said the
master.
Catherine wisely put in her tongue. 'We wanted to plant some flowers there,'
she cried. 'I'm the only person to blame, for I wished
him to do it.'
'And who the devil gave you leave to touch a stick about the place?' demanded
her father-in-law, much surprised. 'And who ordered you to obey her?' he
added, turning to Hareton.
The latter was speechless; his cousin replied--'You shouldn't grudge a few yards
of earth for me to ornament, when you have taken all my land!'
'Your land, insolent slut!
You never had any,' said Heathcliff. 'And my money,' she continued; returning
his angry glare, and meantime biting a piece of crust, the remnant of her
breakfast.
'Silence!' he exclaimed. 'Get done, and begone!'
'And Hareton's land, and his money,' pursued the reckless thing.
'Hareton and I are friends now; and I shall tell him all about you!'
The master seemed confounded a moment: he grew pale, and rose up, eyeing her all the
while, with an expression of mortal hate.
'If you strike me, Hareton will strike you,' she said; 'so you may as well sit
down.'
'If Hareton does not turn you out of the room, I'll strike him to hell,' thundered
Heathcliff. 'Damnable witch! dare you pretend to rouse
him against me?
Off with her! Do you hear?
Fling her into the kitchen! I'll kill her, Ellen Dean, if you let her
come into my sight again!'
Hareton tried, under his breath, to persuade her to go.
'Drag her away!' he cried, savagely. 'Are you staying to talk?'
And he approached to execute his own command.
'He'll not obey you, wicked man, any more,' said Catherine; 'and he'll soon detest you
as much as I do.'
'Wisht! wisht!' muttered the young man, reproachfully; 'I will not hear you speak
so to him. Have done.'
'But you won't let him strike me?' she cried.
'Come, then,' he whispered earnestly. It was too late: Heathcliff had caught hold
of her.
'Now, you go!' he said to Earnshaw. 'Accursed witch! this time she has provoked
me when I could not bear it; and I'll make her repent it for ever!'
He had his hand in her hair; Hareton attempted to release her locks, entreating
him not to hurt her that once.
Heathcliff's black eyes flashed; he seemed ready to tear Catherine in pieces, and I
was just worked up to risk coming to the rescue, when of a sudden his fingers
relaxed; he shifted his grasp from her head to her arm, and gazed intently in her face.
Then he drew his hand over his eyes, stood a moment to collect himself apparently, and
turning anew to Catherine, said, with assumed calmness--'You must learn to avoid
putting me in a passion, or I shall really murder you some time!
Go with Mrs. Dean, and keep with her; and confine your insolence to her ears.
As to Hareton Earnshaw, if I see him listen to you, I'll send him seeking his bread
where he can get it! Your love will make him an outcast and a
beggar.
Nelly, take her; and leave me, all of you! Leave me!'
I led my young lady out: she was too glad of her escape to resist; the other
followed, and Mr. Heathcliff had the room to himself till dinner.
I had counselled Catherine to dine up- stairs; but, as soon as he perceived her
vacant seat, he sent me to call her.
He spoke to none of us, ate very little, and went out directly afterwards,
intimating that he should not return before evening.
The two new friends established themselves in the house during his absence; where I
heard Hareton sternly check his cousin, on her offering a revelation of her father-in-
law's conduct to his father.
He said he wouldn't suffer a word to be uttered in his disparagement: if he were
the devil, it didn't signify; he would stand by him; and he'd rather she would
abuse himself, as she used to, than begin on Mr. Heathcliff.
Catherine was waxing cross at this; but he found means to make her hold her tongue, by
asking how she would like him to speak ill of her father?
Then she comprehended that Earnshaw took the master's reputation home to himself;
and was attached by ties stronger than reason could break--chains, forged by
habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
She showed a good heart, thenceforth, in avoiding both complaints and expressions of
antipathy concerning Heathcliff; and confessed to me her sorrow that she had
endeavoured to raise a bad spirit between
him and Hareton: indeed, I don't believe she has ever breathed a syllable, in the
latter's hearing, against her oppressor since.
When this slight disagreement was over, they were friends again, and as busy as
possible in their several occupations of pupil and teacher.
I came in to sit with them, after I had done my work; and I felt so soothed and
comforted to watch them, that I did not notice how time got on.
You know, they both appeared in a measure my children: I had long been proud of one;
and now, I was sure, the other would be a source of equal satisfaction.
His honest, warm, and intelligent nature shook off rapidly the clouds of ignorance
and degradation in which it had been bred; and Catherine's sincere commendations acted
as a spur to his industry.
His brightening mind brightened his features, and added spirit and nobility to
their aspect: I could hardly fancy it the same individual I had beheld on the day I
discovered my little lady at Wuthering Heights, after her expedition to the Crags.
While I admired and they laboured, dusk drew on, and with it returned the master.
He came upon us quite unexpectedly, entering by the front way, and had a full
view of the whole three, ere we could raise our heads to glance at him.
Well, I reflected, there was never a pleasanter, or more harmless sight; and it
will be a burning shame to scold them.
The red fire-light glowed on their two bonny heads, and revealed their faces
animated with the eager interest of children; for, though he was twenty-three
and she eighteen, each had so much of
novelty to feel and learn, that neither experienced nor evinced the sentiments of
sober disenchanted maturity.
They lifted their eyes together, to encounter Mr. Heathcliff: perhaps you have
never remarked that their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of
Catherine Earnshaw.
The present Catherine has no other likeness to her, except a breadth of forehead, and a
certain arch of the nostril that makes her appear rather haughty, whether she will or
not.
With Hareton the resemblance is carried farther: it is singular at all times,
then it was particularly striking; because his senses were alert, and his
mental faculties wakened to unwonted activity.
I suppose this resemblance disarmed Mr. Heathcliff: he walked to the hearth in
evident agitation; but it quickly subsided as he looked at the young man: or, I should
say, altered its character; for it was there yet.
He took the book from his hand, and glanced at the open page, then returned it without
any observation; merely signing Catherine away: her companion lingered very little
behind her, and I was about to depart also, but he bid me sit still.
'It is a poor conclusion, is it not?' he observed, having brooded awhile on the
scene he had just witnessed: 'an absurd termination to my violent exertions?
I get levers and mattocks to demolish the two houses, and train myself to be capable
of working like Hercules, and when everything is ready and in my power, I find
the will to lift a slate off either roof has vanished!
My old enemies have not beaten me; now would be the precise time to revenge myself
on their representatives: I could do it; and none could hinder me.
But where is the use?
I don't care for striking: I can't take the trouble to raise my hand!
That sounds as if I had been labouring the whole time only to exhibit a fine trait of
magnanimity.
It is far from being the case: I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction,
and I am too idle to destroy for nothing. 'Nelly, there is a strange change
approaching; I'm in its shadow at present.
I take so little interest in my daily life that I hardly remember to eat and drink.
Those two who have left the room are the only objects which retain a distinct
material appearance to me; and that appearance causes me pain, amounting to
agony.
About her I won't speak; and I don't desire to think; but I earnestly wish she
were invisible: her presence invokes only maddening sensations.
He moves me differently: and yet if I could do it without seeming insane, I'd
never see him again!
You'll perhaps think me rather inclined to become so,' he added, making an effort to
smile, 'if I try to describe the thousand forms of past associations and ideas he
awakens or embodies.
But you'll not talk of what I tell you; and my mind is so eternally secluded in itself,
it is tempting at last to turn it out to another.
'Five minutes ago Hareton seemed a personification of my youth, not a human
being; I felt to him in such a variety of ways, that it would have been impossible to
have accosted him rationally.
In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine connected him fearfully with
her.
That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is
actually the least: for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not
recall her?
I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags!
In every cloud, in every tree--filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in
every object by day--I am surrounded with her image!
The most ordinary faces of men and women-- my own features--mock me with a
resemblance.
The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I
have lost her!
Well, Hareton's aspect was the ghost of my immortal love; of my wild endeavours to
hold my right; my degradation, my pride, my happiness, and my anguish--
'But it is frenzy to repeat these thoughts to you: only it will let you know why, with
a reluctance to be always alone, his society is no benefit; rather an
aggravation of the constant torment I
suffer: and it partly contributes to render me regardless how he and his cousin go on
together. I can give them no attention any more.'
'But what do you mean by a change, Mr. Heathcliff?'
I said, alarmed at his manner: though he was neither in danger of losing his senses,
nor dying, according to my judgment: he was quite strong and healthy; and, as to his
reason, from childhood he had a delight in
dwelling on dark things, and entertaining odd fancies.
He might have had a monomania on the subject of his departed idol; but on every
other point his wits were as sound as mine.
'I shall not know that till it comes,' he said; 'I'm only half conscious of it now.'
'You have no feeling of illness, have you?' I asked.
'No, Nelly, I have not,' he answered.
'Then you are not afraid of death?' I pursued.
'Afraid? No!' he replied.
'I have neither a fear, nor a presentiment, nor a hope of death.
Why should I?
With my hard constitution and temperate mode of living, and unperilous occupations,
I ought to, and probably shall, remain above ground till there is scarcely a black
hair on my head.
And yet I cannot continue in this condition!
I have to remind myself to breathe--almost to remind my heart to beat!
And it is like bending back a stiff spring: it is by compulsion that I do the slightest
act not prompted by one thought; and by compulsion that I notice anything alive or
dead, which is not associated with one universal idea.
I have a single wish, and my whole being and faculties are yearning to attain it.
They have yearned towards it so long, and so unwaveringly, that I'm convinced it will
be reached--and soon--because it has devoured my existence: I am swallowed up in
the anticipation of its fulfilment.
My confessions have not relieved me; but they may account for some otherwise
unaccountable phases of humour which I show.
O God! It is a long fight; I wish it were over!'
He began to pace the room, muttering terrible things to himself, till I was
inclined to believe, as he said Joseph did, that conscience had turned his heart to an
earthly hell.
I wondered greatly how it would end.
Though he seldom before had revealed this state of mind, even by looks, it was his
habitual mood, I had no doubt: he asserted it himself; but not a soul, from his
general bearing, would have conjectured the fact.
You did not when you saw him, Mr. Lockwood: and at the period of which I speak, he was
just the same as then; only fonder of continued solitude, and perhaps still more
laconic in company.
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CHAPTER XXXIV
For some days after that evening Mr. Heathcliff shunned meeting us at meals; yet
he would not consent formally to exclude Hareton and Cathy.
He had an aversion to yielding so completely to his feelings, choosing rather
to absent himself; and eating once in twenty-four hours seemed sufficient
sustenance for him.
One night, after the family were in bed, I heard him go downstairs, and out at the
front door. I did not hear him re-enter, and in the
morning I found he was still away.
We were in April then: the weather was sweet and warm, the grass as green as
showers and sun could make it, and the two dwarf apple-trees near the southern wall in
full bloom.
After breakfast, Catherine insisted on my bringing a chair and sitting with my work
under the fir-trees at the end of the house; and she beguiled Hareton, who had
perfectly recovered from his accident, to
dig and arrange her little garden, which was shifted to that corner by the influence
of Joseph's complaints.
I was comfortably revelling in the spring fragrance around, and the beautiful soft
blue overhead, when my young lady, who had run down near the gate to procure some
primrose roots for a border, returned only
half laden, and informed us that Mr. Heathcliff was coming in.
'And he spoke to me,' she added, with a perplexed countenance.
'What did he say?' asked Hareton.
'He told me to begone as fast as I could,' she answered.
'But he looked so different from his usual look that I stopped a moment to stare at
him.'
'How?' he inquired. 'Why, almost bright and cheerful.
No, almost nothing--very much excited, and wild, and glad!' she replied.
'Night-walking amuses him, then,' I remarked, affecting a careless manner: in
reality as surprised as she was, and anxious to ascertain the truth of her
statement; for to see the master looking glad would not be an every-day spectacle.
I framed an excuse to go in.
Heathcliff stood at the open door; he was pale, and he trembled: yet, certainly, he
had a strange joyful glitter in his eyes, that altered the aspect of his whole face.
'Will you have some breakfast?'
I said. 'You must be hungry, rambling about all
night!' I wanted to discover where he had been, but
I did not like to ask directly.
'No, I'm not hungry,' he answered, averting his head, and speaking rather
contemptuously, as if he guessed I was trying to divine the occasion of his good
humour.
I felt perplexed: I didn't know whether it were not a proper opportunity to offer a
bit of admonition.
'I don't think it right to wander out of doors,' I observed, 'instead of being in
bed: it is not wise, at any rate this moist season.
I daresay you'll catch a bad cold or a fever: you have something the matter with
you now!'
'Nothing but what I can bear,' he replied; 'and with the greatest pleasure, provided
you'll leave me alone: get in, and don't annoy me.'
I obeyed: and, in passing, I noticed he breathed as fast as a cat.
'Yes!' I reflected to myself, 'we shall have a fit
of illness.
I cannot conceive what he has been doing.' That noon he sat down to dinner with us,
and received a heaped-up plate from my hands, as if he intended to make amends for
previous fasting.
'I've neither cold nor fever, Nelly,' he remarked, in allusion to my morning's
speech; 'and I'm ready to do justice to the food you give me.'
He took his knife and fork, and was going to commence eating, when the inclination
appeared to become suddenly extinct. He laid them on the table, looked eagerly
towards the window, then rose and went out.
We saw him walking to and fro in the garden while we concluded our meal, and Earnshaw
said he'd go and ask why he would not dine: he thought we had grieved him some way.
'Well, is he coming?' cried Catherine, when her cousin returned.
'Nay,' he answered; 'but he's not angry: he seemed rarely pleased indeed; only I made
him impatient by speaking to him twice; and then he bid me be off to you: he wondered
how I could want the company of anybody else.'
I set his plate to keep warm on the fender; and after an hour or two he re-entered,
when the room was clear, in no degree calmer: the same unnatural--it was
unnatural--appearance of joy under his
black brows; the same bloodless hue, and his teeth visible, now and then, in a kind
of smile; his frame shivering, not as one shivers with chill or weakness, but as a
tight-stretched cord vibrates--a strong thrilling, rather than trembling.
I will ask what is the matter, I thought; or who should?
And I exclaimed--'Have you heard any good news, Mr. Heathcliff?
You look uncommonly animated.' 'Where should good news come from to me?'
he said.
'I'm animated with hunger; and, seemingly, I must not eat.'
'Your dinner is here,' I returned; 'why won't you get it?'
'I don't want it now,' he muttered, hastily: 'I'll wait till supper.
And, Nelly, once for all, let me beg you to warn Hareton and the other away from me.
I wish to be troubled by nobody: I wish to have this place to myself.'
'Is there some new reason for this banishment?'
I inquired.
'Tell me why you are so queer, Mr. Heathcliff?
Where were you last night? I'm not putting the question through idle
curiosity, but--'
'You are putting the question through very idle curiosity,' he interrupted, with a
laugh. 'Yet I'll answer it.
Last night I was on the threshold of hell.
To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to
sever me! And now you'd better go!
You'll neither see nor hear anything to frighten you, if you refrain from prying.'
Having swept the hearth and wiped the table, I departed; more perplexed than
ever.
He did not quit the house again that afternoon, and no one intruded on his
solitude; till, at eight o'clock, I deemed it proper, though unsummoned, to carry a
candle and his supper to him.
He was leaning against the ledge of an open lattice, but not looking out: his face was
turned to the interior gloom.
The fire had smouldered to ashes; the room was filled with the damp, mild air of the
cloudy evening; and so still, that not only the murmur of the beck down Gimmerton was
distinguishable, but its ripples and its
gurgling over the pebbles, or through the large stones which it could not cover.
I uttered an ejaculation of discontent at seeing the dismal grate, and commenced
shutting the casements, one after another, till I came to his.
'Must I close this?'
I asked, in order to rouse him; for he would not stir.
The light flashed on his features as I spoke.
Oh, Mr. Lockwood, I cannot express what a terrible start I got by the momentary view!
Those deep black eyes! That smile, and ghastly paleness!
It appeared to me, not Mr. Heathcliff, but a goblin; and, in my terror, I let the
candle bend towards the wall, and it left me in darkness.
'Yes, close it,' he replied, in his familiar voice.
'There, that is pure awkwardness! Why did you hold the candle horizontally?
Be quick, and bring another.'
I hurried out in a foolish state of dread, and said to Joseph--'The master wishes you
to take him a light and rekindle the fire.' For I dared not go in myself again just
then.
Joseph rattled some fire into the shovel, and went: but he brought it back
immediately, with the supper-tray in his other hand, explaining that Mr. Heathcliff
was going to bed, and he wanted nothing to eat till morning.
We heard him mount the stairs directly; he did not proceed to his ordinary chamber,
but turned into that with the panelled bed: its window, as I mentioned before, is wide
enough for anybody to get through; and it
struck me that he plotted another midnight excursion, of which he had rather we had no
suspicion. 'Is he a ghoul or a vampire?'
I mused.
I had read of such hideous incarnate demons.
And then I set myself to reflect how I had tended him in infancy, and watched him grow
to youth, and followed him almost through his whole course; and what absurd nonsense
it was to yield to that sense of horror.
'But where did he come from, the little dark thing, harboured by a good man to his
bane?' muttered Superstition, as I dozed into unconsciousness.
And I began, half dreaming, to weary myself with imagining some fit parentage for him;
and, repeating my waking meditations, I tracked his existence over again, with grim
variations; at last, picturing his death
and funeral: of which, all I can remember is, being exceedingly vexed at having the
task of dictating an inscription for his monument, and consulting the sexton about
it; and, as he had no surname, and we could
not tell his age, we were obliged to content ourselves with the single word,
'Heathcliff.' That came true: we were.
If you enter the kirkyard, you'll read, on his headstone, only that, and the date of
his death. Dawn restored me to common sense.
I rose, and went into the garden, as soon as I could see, to ascertain if there were
any footmarks under his window. There were none.
'He has stayed at home,' I thought, 'and he'll be all right to-day.'
I prepared breakfast for the household, as was my usual custom, but told Hareton and
Catherine to get theirs ere the master came down, for he lay late.
They preferred taking it out of doors, under the trees, and I set a little table
to accommodate them. On my re-entrance, I found Mr. Heathcliff
below.
He and Joseph were conversing about some farming business; he gave clear, minute
directions concerning the matter discussed, but he spoke rapidly, and turned his head
continually aside, and had the same excited expression, even more exaggerated.
When Joseph quitted the room he took his seat in the place he generally chose, and I
put a basin of coffee before him.
He drew it nearer, and then rested his arms on the table, and looked at the opposite
wall, as I supposed, surveying one particular portion, up and down, with
glittering, restless eyes, and with such
eager interest that he stopped breathing during half a minute together.
'Come now,' I exclaimed, pushing some bread against his hand, 'eat and drink that,
while it is hot: it has been waiting near an hour.'
He didn't notice me, and yet he smiled.
I'd rather have seen him gnash his teeth than smile so.
'Mr. Heathcliff! master!' I cried, 'don't, for God's sake, stare as
if you saw an unearthly vision.'
'Don't, for God's sake, shout so loud,' he replied.
'Turn round, and tell me, are we by ourselves?'
'Of course,' was my answer; 'of course we are.'
Still, I involuntarily obeyed him, as if I was not quite sure.
With a sweep of his hand he cleared a vacant space in front among the breakfast
things, and leant forward to gaze more at his ease.
Now, I perceived he was not looking at the wall; for when I regarded him alone, it
seemed exactly that he gazed at something within two yards' distance.
And whatever it was, it communicated, apparently, both pleasure and pain in
exquisite extremes: at least the anguished, yet raptured, expression of his countenance
suggested that idea.
The fancied object was not fixed, either: his eyes pursued it with unwearied
diligence, and, even in speaking to me, were never weaned away.
I vainly reminded him of his protracted abstinence from food: if he stirred to
touch anything in compliance with my entreaties, if he stretched his hand out to
get a piece of bread, his fingers clenched
before they reached it, and remained on the table, forgetful of their aim.
I sat, a model of patience, trying to attract his absorbed attention from its
engrossing speculation; till he grew irritable, and got up, asking why I would
not allow him to have his own time in
taking his meals? and saying that on the next occasion I needn't wait: I might set
the things down and go.
Having uttered these words he left the house, slowly sauntered down the garden
path, and disappeared through the gate. The hours crept anxiously by: another
evening came.
I did not retire to rest till late, and when I did, I could not sleep.
He returned after midnight, and, instead of going to bed, shut himself into the room
beneath.
I listened, and tossed about, and, finally, dressed and descended.
It was too irksome to lie there, harassing my brain with a hundred idle misgivings.
I distinguished Mr. Heathcliff's step, restlessly measuring the floor, and he
frequently broke the silence by a deep inspiration, resembling a groan.
He muttered detached words also; the only one I could catch was the name of
Catherine, coupled with some wild term of endearment or suffering; and spoken as one
would speak to a person present; low and
earnest, and wrung from the depth of his soul.
I had not courage to walk straight into the apartment; but I desired to divert him from
his reverie, and therefore fell foul of the kitchen fire, stirred it, and began to
scrape the cinders.
It drew him forth sooner than I expected. He opened the door immediately, and said--
'Nelly, come here--is it morning? Come in with your light.'
'It is striking four,' I answered.
'You want a candle to take up-stairs: you might have lit one at this fire.'
'No, I don't wish to go up-stairs,' he said.
'Come in, and kindle me a fire, and do anything there is to do about the room.'
'I must blow the coals red first, before I can carry any,' I replied, getting a chair
and the bellows.
He roamed to and fro, meantime, in a state approaching distraction; his heavy sighs
succeeding each other so thick as to leave no space for common breathing between.
'When day breaks I'll send for Green,' he said; 'I wish to make some legal inquiries
of him while I can bestow a thought on those matters, and while I can act calmly.
I have not written my will yet; and how to leave my property I cannot determine.
I wish I could annihilate it from the face of the earth.'
'I would not talk so, Mr. Heathcliff,' I interposed.
'Let your will be a while: you'll be spared to repent of your many injustices yet!
I never expected that your nerves would be disordered: they are, at present,
marvellously so, however; and almost entirely through your own fault.
The way you've passed these three last days might knock up a Titan.
Do take some food, and some repose. You need only look at yourself in a glass
to see how you require both.
Your cheeks are hollow, and your eyes blood-shot, like a person starving with
hunger and going blind with loss of sleep.' 'It is not my fault that I cannot eat or
rest,' he replied.
'I assure you it is through no settled designs.
I'll do both, as soon as I possibly can.
But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water rest within arms' length of
the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.
Well, never mind Mr. Green: as to repenting of my injustices, I've done no injustice,
and I repent of nothing. I'm too happy; and yet I'm not happy
enough.
My soul's bliss kills my body, but does not satisfy itself.'
'Happy, master?' I cried.
'Strange happiness!
If you would hear me without being angry, I might offer some advice that would make you
happier.' 'What is that?' he asked.
'Give it.'
'You are aware, Mr. Heathcliff,' I said, 'that from the time you were thirteen years
old you have lived a selfish, unchristian life; and probably hardly had a Bible in
your hands during all that period.
You must have forgotten the contents of the book, and you may not have space to search
it now.
Could it be hurtful to send for some one-- some minister of any denomination, it does
not matter which--to explain it, and show you how very far you have erred from its
precepts; and how unfit you will be for its
heaven, unless a change takes place before you die?'
'I'm rather obliged than angry, Nelly,' he said, 'for you remind me of the manner in
which I desire to be buried.
It is to be carried to the churchyard in the evening.
You and Hareton may, if you please, accompany me: and mind, particularly, to
notice that the sexton obeys my directions concerning the two coffins!
No minister need come; nor need anything be said over me.--I tell you I have nearly
attained my heaven; and that of others is altogether unvalued and uncoveted by me.'
'And supposing you persevered in your obstinate fast, and died by that means, and
they refused to bury you in the precincts of the kirk?'
I said, shocked at his godless indifference.
'How would you like it?'
'They won't do that,' he replied: 'if they did, you must have me removed secretly; and
if you neglect it you shall prove, practically, that the dead are not
annihilated!'
As soon as he heard the other members of the family stirring he retired to his den,
and I breathed freer.
But in the afternoon, while Joseph and Hareton were at their work, he came into
the kitchen again, and, with a wild look, bid me come and sit in the house: he wanted
somebody with him.
I declined; telling him plainly that his strange talk and manner frightened me, and
I had neither the nerve nor the will to be his companion alone.
'I believe you think me a fiend,' he said, with his dismal laugh: 'something too
horrible to live under a decent roof.'
Then turning to Catherine, who was there, and who drew behind me at his approach, he
added, half sneeringly,--'Will you come, chuck?
I'll not hurt you.
No! to you I've made myself worse than the devil.
Well, there is one who won't shrink from my company!
By God! she's relentless.
Oh, damn it! It's unutterably too much for flesh and
blood to bear--even mine.' He solicited the society of no one more.
At dusk he went into his chamber.
Through the whole night, and far into the morning, we heard him groaning and
murmuring to himself.
Hareton was anxious to enter; but I bid him fetch Mr. Kenneth, and he should go in and
see him.
When he came, and I requested admittance and tried to open the door, I found it
locked; and Heathcliff bid us be damned. He was better, and would be left alone; so
the doctor went away.
The following evening was very wet: indeed, it poured down till day-dawn; and, as I
took my morning walk round the house, I observed the master's window swinging open,
and the rain driving straight in.
He cannot be in bed, I thought: those showers would drench him through.
He must either be up or out. But I'll make no more ado, I'll go boldly
and look.'
Having succeeded in obtaining entrance with another key, I ran to unclose the panels,
for the chamber was vacant; quickly pushing them aside, I peeped in.
Mr. Heathcliff was there--laid on his back.
His eyes met mine so keen and fierce, I started; and then he seemed to smile.
I could not think him dead: but his face and throat were washed with rain; the bed-
clothes dripped, and he was perfectly still.
The lattice, flapping to and fro, had grazed one hand that rested on the sill; no
blood trickled from the broken skin, and when I put my fingers to it, I could doubt
no more: he was dead and stark!
I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried to
close his eyes: to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life-like gaze of
exultation before any one else beheld it.
They would not shut: they seemed to sneer at my attempts; and his parted lips and
sharp white teeth sneered too! Taken with another fit of cowardice, I
cried out for Joseph.
Joseph shuffled up and made a noise, but resolutely refused to meddle with him.
'Th' divil's harried off his soul,' he cried, 'and he may hev' his carcass into t'
bargin, for aught I care!
Ech! what a wicked 'un he looks, girning at death!' and the old sinner grinned in
mockery.
I thought he intended to cut a caper round the bed; but suddenly composing himself, he
fell on his knees, and raised his hands, and returned thanks that the lawful master
and the ancient stock were restored to their rights.
I felt stunned by the awful event; and my memory unavoidably recurred to former times
with a sort of oppressive sadness.
But poor Hareton, the most wronged, was the only one who really suffered much.
He sat by the corpse all night, weeping in bitter earnest.
He pressed its hand, and kissed the sarcastic, savage face that every one else
shrank from contemplating; and bemoaned him with that strong grief which springs
naturally from a generous heart, though it be tough as tempered steel.
Mr. Kenneth was perplexed to pronounce of what disorder the master died.
I concealed the fact of his having swallowed nothing for four days, fearing it
might lead to trouble, and then, I am persuaded, he did not abstain on purpose:
it was the consequence of his strange illness, not the cause.
We buried him, to the scandal of the whole neighbourhood, as he wished.
Earnshaw and I, the sexton, and six men to carry the coffin, comprehended the whole
attendance.
The six men departed when they had let it down into the grave: we stayed to see it
covered.
Hareton, with a streaming face, dug green sods, and laid them over the brown mould
himself: at present it is as smooth and verdant as its companion mounds--and I hope
its tenant sleeps as soundly.
But the country folks, if you ask them, would swear on the Bible that he walks:
there are those who speak to having met him near the church, and on the moor, and even
within this house.
Idle tales, you'll say, and so say I.
Yet that old man by the kitchen fire affirms he has seen two on 'em looking out
of his chamber window on every rainy night since his death:--and an odd thing happened
to me about a month ago.
I was going to the Grange one evening--a dark evening, threatening thunder--and,
just at the turn of the Heights, I encountered a little boy with a sheep and
two lambs before him; he was crying
terribly; and I supposed the lambs were skittish, and would not be guided.
'What is the matter, my little man?' I asked.
'There's Heathcliff and a woman yonder, under t' nab,' he blubbered, 'un' I darnut
pass 'em.'
I saw nothing; but neither the sheep nor he would go on so I bid him take the road
lower down.
He probably raised the phantoms from thinking, as he traversed the moors alone,
on the nonsense he had heard his parents and companions repeat.
Yet, still, I don't like being out in the dark now; and I don't like being left by
myself in this grim house: I cannot help it; I shall be glad when they leave it, and
shift to the Grange.
'They are going to the Grange, then?' I said.
'Yes,' answered Mrs. Dean, 'as soon as they are married, and that will be on New Year's
Day.'
'And who will live here then?' 'Why, Joseph will take care of the house,
and, perhaps, a lad to keep him company. They will live in the kitchen, and the rest
will be shut up.'
'For the use of such ghosts as choose to inhabit it?'
I observed. 'No, Mr. Lockwood,' said Nelly, shaking her
head.
'I believe the dead are at peace: but it is not right to speak of them with levity.'
At that moment the garden gate swung to; the ramblers were returning.
'They are afraid of nothing,' I grumbled, watching their approach through the window.
'Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions.'
As they stepped on to the door-stones, and halted to take a last look at the moon--or,
more correctly, at each other by her light- -I felt irresistibly impelled to escape
them again; and, pressing a remembrance
into the hand of Mrs. Dean, and disregarding her expostulations at my
rudeness, I vanished through the kitchen as they opened the house-door; and so should
have confirmed Joseph in his opinion of his
fellow-servant's gay indiscretions, had he not fortunately recognised me for a
respectable character by the sweet ring of a sovereign at his feet.
My walk home was lengthened by a diversion in the direction of the kirk.
When beneath its walls, I perceived decay had made progress, even in seven months:
many a window showed black gaps deprived of glass; and slates jutted off here and
there, beyond the right line of the roof,
to be gradually worked off in coming autumn storms.
I sought, and soon discovered, the three headstones on the slope next the moor: the
middle one grey, and half buried in the heath; Edgar Linton's only harmonized by
the turf and moss creeping up its foot; Heathcliff's still bare.
I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the
heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and
wondered how any one could ever imagine
unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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